MM Racing Chapter 542 Batman is dead
Chapter 542 Batman is dead
Chapter 542 Batman is dead (The story is not over yet!!!)
"Look...why did you do that?"
You are thinking silently, even though the word "thinking" sounds a bit ridiculous to you right now.
You're not like Superman; you're a Kryptonian boy born extraordinary, raised by Earth parents to be a moral exemplar for humanity.
What you're trying to say is that Superman is fully qualified and has every reason to be a superhero, okay?
What a dazzling and legendary life!
Okay, you don't know why you're thinking about these things at this moment, maybe it's the dark energy of Barbatos affecting your thinking. But whatever the reason, you can't control your mind, and your thoughts are wandering.
You don't seem like Wonder Woman. A demigod Amazonian warrior raised from childhood to fight evil, almost the perfect embodiment of female power—heroic, beautiful, and strong.
You are not like Shazam, recognized by a dying old wizard as the successor to his great power; you are not like the Flash, destined to be the one who created the Speed Force; you are not like Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, or Aquaman.
They always have something in their past that supports them to become heroes, and they can always draw strength from it.
All that Diana had received was enough training to make her a hero.
Clark was taught about love by his parents.
Oh, of course.
You don't seem like...
batman.
Aside from being orphans like Batman, you two have nothing in common.
You don't have a past as unforgettable as Batman's.
Your past is unremarkable and empty.
You've never had any truly memorable past; you just studied, got a job, did well in your field, and achieved a lot. But none of the skills you've acquired have anything to do with becoming a superhero.
Batman's past shapes Batman, Bane's past shapes Bane—but what about you?
Your past doesn't seem to have anything to reshape you.
You don't have much intense love or hate; you just drift along aimlessly, busy like a hurried ant, doing a job you neither like nor hate, day after day.
You try your best to do your job well, and you do it very well. But you don't know why you're doing it.
Sometimes you feel like you shouldn't be here, but you don't know where to go.
So you think:
Things will be better when I retire.
But you know that from childhood to adulthood you've always comforted yourself with phrases like, "Once I've done xxx, things will be better!"
Oh, right, you're very good at comforting yourself.
Because no one comforts you. Everyone seems pretty busy.
Chen Tao suddenly felt somewhat lost. He wanted to extricate himself from this chaotic situation; it wasn't his responsibility, nor was it something he should concern himself with.
Chen Tao suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain, followed by an icy chill, like the coldness you feel when a doctor draws your blood with a syringe, magnified hundreds of millions of times.
I...I am Batman, and my name is Chen Tao.
My plan worked; a portion of Barbatos's power was extracted, and some of it was used to power the entire universe.
This gave me a chance to catch my breath.
Chen Tao looked down and saw that he had uncontrollably transformed into a huge monster.
He largely retains the image of a Western dragon, but his head has been covered by the classic blue bullet head of the Anti-Monitor.
Barbatos's power was permeating the body, attempting to dye it with his own colors like the members of the Dark Knights, but this process was now slowing down, just as it had been during the time when the Batman Who Laughs was resisting the Joker Virus before being completely transformed.
Chen Tao wasn't sure how long he could maintain his lucidity. Maybe it would be a few hours, maybe the next second. He would be like the Laughing Bat, completely transformed by the small act of pouring himself a glass of water, utterly abandoning everything he had ever fought for. But the only thing he knew was that, through his previous preparations, he could stretch this process out, long enough for him to finish something.
The anti-surveillance personnel watched helplessly as his eyes shifted from confusion to determination, and then to utter madness.
When the anti-monitor was stared at by those bloodshot, man-eating eyes, he already knew what he was about to experience.
Batman's plans keep coming up, just like Batman's plans. The Counter-Monitors are getting fed up.
In his long life, he had never seen an opponent as annoying as the Batman before him. Not powerful, not terrifying, just annoying.
But none of this concerns him. He has already completed his deal with Barbatos, and now he can…
He then discovered that he had reconnected to Barbatos.
"Barbatos".
He called out Barbatos's name, and although he only uttered a name, he understood the anti-monitor's questions and doubts without them needing to be spoken.
Our deal is over, what else do you want?
"Batman used some method to divert my power, preventing me from quickly absorbing his influence."
“I could see that without you telling me,” the Anti-Monitor said. “But now, Batman has swallowed that heart, and it’s only a matter of time before he becomes one of your men. And I now have control of my puppet, so our deal is done. I’m leaving now. You don’t want to stop me, do you?”
“No, I need you to destroy the propulsion system that Batman left behind in this universe you’re in now,” Barbatos said. “I’ve paid an extra price in this deal, so I deserve to be compensated.”
"Your extra effort is simply a necessary investment due to objective factors."
"If it weren't for your unwillingness to fight against the Black Death Emperor."
"..."
"Can't you just stop supplying Batman with energy?"
"That energy didn't come from me giving it directly; it came from the heart that Batman swallowed. When I created that heart, I originally planned to transform it into the [Barbatos Dragon] in one go."
Barbatos said.
If transforming Batman was a project, then Barbatos had already deposited all the dark energy, like funds, into the Anti-Monitor's Heart account before the project even began.
The goal is to provide enough dark energy "funds" to support the project once it begins, so that the bat modification project can be completed in an instant.
Who would have thought that Batman, instead of using the "funds" for the Bat modification project, would spend them on advancing the universe, thus slowing down what should have happened.
For Barbatos, the "funds" had already been given out. Naturally, he couldn't remotely control the "flow of funds."
But that doesn't mean he can't have the Anti-Monitor destroy Batman's "Space-Driven Project," forcing him to use the "funds" again.
"……All right."
Finally, the Anti-Monitor said, "I will destroy those push towers."
He warned, "This is our final act..."
Rumble rumble rumble rumble!
But the deafening noise interrupted their conversation.
"What happened?" Barbatos asked directly.
"Damn it."
"The anti-surveillance advocate said."
Barbatos also discovered what had happened.
From the perspective of the macroscopic dark multiverse, which cannot be described in words, the four propulsion towers that Barbatos originally thought were just to share the energy he input began to vibrate, driving the entire universe to move forward with difficulty like a car with a severely underpowered engine.
But whether it's Night Owl, Barbatos, or the Anti-Surveillance Controller, they all got one thing wrong:
From the very beginning, Chen Tao never thought he could drive the entire universe forward with just four propulsion towers.
He replaced most of the main propulsion tower system into his own universe, and then used it as a power source to let Lex Luthor drive his own universe like a car.
The remaining four, no matter how large or how much energy they provide, cannot drive the entire universe forward in an orderly and slow manner like a complete propulsion tower system. However, they can still do one thing.
Lift up the universe.
Imagine it.
Before you... lies a massive hammer called the universe.
You were originally unable to lift him, no matter what you did, you couldn't lift him. Even if you injected a potion called "Barbatos Dark Energy", unless you completely absorbed the potion and completely transformed yourself into another person, the injection would only increase your strength a little, still not enough to lift him.
But if at this moment, four holes at the bottom of the hammer suddenly start spewing fire, creating an invisible upward lifting force...
Can you, by following this upward force, barely, laboriously, and forcefully, at a certain cost...?
Raise that mighty hammer high above you!
Rumble rumble rumble rumble!
In the depths of that universe, the world seems to have been endowed with a will. Invisible motion is weaving, and immense mass shakes the boundaries of spacetime.
A hammer formed from the universe, it condenses starlight and dark matter from billions of years, and every twinkle of every star resonates with it.
Gotham City, Metropolis, all sorts of alien planets...
In the universe of the Night Owl, every intelligent being was horrified to perceive this change; they screamed, they cried, they were terrified, they were bewildered.
Their lives, achievements, history, and future—all of this appears as insignificant as dust in the universe amidst this vast and majestic roar.
Amidst the reverberating gravitational waves, the anti-monitor stated:
"Barbatos, Batman won't stop."
The Dark Multiverse Dragon had a gloomy face and curled its claws, like a cougar that had just seen a porcupine.
"He only has this one chance now. It's not a matter of whether I let him go or not, but whether he lets me go or not," the Anti-Monitor said. "I'm afraid I have to admit that the roles have reversed. Our confrontation is irreconcilable. Batman knows this very well."
"Even if I had just left, there is still a possibility that my deal with you could have harmed him. Batman is like someone who has been bitten by a venomous snake. Rather than waiting for the poison to take effect and die, he might as well fight to the death."
"If he can destroy my current puppet body, which I control, with a single blow, he will regain his room for maneuver and eliminate all the dangers I pose once and for all..."
The anti-surveillance activist stated, "And regardless of its success or failure, this action will lead to his immediate death..."
"A heroic decision, not everyone can bravely face death when there seems to be a chance to survive. So, Barbatos."
The Anti-Monitor said to Barbatos, "First, I require you to find a way to limit his ability to wield the cosmic hammer from outside the universe. Second, I require you to do everything in your power to strengthen this puppet that I currently control, so that I can project more power from upstream. I need this puppet's body to become tough enough to withstand the hammer blows of a universe as a hammer."
"Thirdly, his hammer hasn't been wielded yet; its power is still insufficient. I will take this opportunity to find a way to destroy his thrusters," the Anti-Monitor said.
"We're in an invincible position now; we can't lose no matter what we choose. If I destroy him, then Batman won't be able to share your energy, and you'll immediately gain control."
"And if the sabotage fails, that's alright, just run away," the Anti-Monitor said. "Batman doesn't limit my abilities at all. Given enough time, he'll eventually be corrupted by you after absorbing your energy, right? There's no need to rush."
"Any plan, any way is fine," the counter-surveillance expert concluded. "This is an experiment."
He left a Shadow Fiend clone in place as a decoy. He didn't expect to fool Batman for long, he just wanted to buy some time.
The Justice League couldn't hold him off for even a second. This once again proves that he wasn't going all out when fighting his opponent earlier.
The anti-monitor searched rapidly through the universe, and soon he confirmed the location of the four propulsion towers. He would soon be able to... As he thought this, he wondered whether Barbatos could provide him with the assistance he had agreed upon, and he was preparing to take action.
But the rumbling suddenly stopped.
The situation took an unexpected turn, leaving even the experienced counter-surveillance personnel somewhat astonished.
"What happened, Barbatos?"
"The counter-surveillance agent asked."
"I don't know how to put it, but this could very well be a conspiracy by Batman of this universe. But no matter how you look at it..."
The Anti-Monitor halted his movement in front of the Propulsion Tower. He opened a portal, traversed mountains and rivers, and soon appeared before Batman.
Batman floated silently in space, like a real corpse.
The Anti-Monitor, braving the Justice League's attacks, managed to get close to Batman.
"He's dead."
"What?"
I mean, he's dead.
"What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly: anti-surveillance."
"Batman never imagined how difficult it would be to be a living being, the source of power for the entire universe."
"It's like a circuit that can't handle current beyond its load limit, once that happens."
"It will burn out the wires."
"So, Batman is dead..."
"To die in a small, unfortunate fate in the dark multiverse, fates I have woven, and which came into play at the most unexpected time."
Barbatos said, "Quick, grab that corpse. Even if it's dead, it doesn't matter as long as it's not long. It has already accepted my power, and I think I can transform it into..."
……
……
……
An endless stream of power filled Chen Tao's body; he felt unprecedented pain, but also unprecedented strength.
He knew that what he was doing was dangerous; he was well aware that he would be facing death.
But he never doubted that he would fail.
He felt he could swing that heavy hammer and strike the anti-monitor hard, and then…
Immediately afterwards, Chen Tao heard a familiar sound, although he had never heard it before.
The sound was like the wind blowing through the pages of a huge book.
He sat up abruptly and found himself in a lush, fragrant forest. He stood up in astonishment.
"Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"
He didn't know how he got there. He staggered to his feet, as if all his superpowers had suddenly vanished.
He wandered around aimlessly, then turned around the boulder—
"oh!"
Under the warm and gentle sunlight, Chen Tao saw a beautiful young woman holding a black parasol, sitting among the flowers with a radiant smile.
A bunch of withered flowers was draped over her arm.
"Feel sorry."
Chen Tao heard her speak in a somewhat playful tone.
"You startled me a little."
Chen Tao stared at her face.
Beneath the gothic makeup, the girl had a small, curved black mark under her right eye.
It looks like a makeup effect.
Chen Tao realized who he had met.
He felt a little shaky.
—Because he witnessed death.
In the most unexpected and sudden way.
(End of this chapter)